UGK - Who's Snitching lyrics

(*talking*) 3rd Coast what, know I'm tal'n bout uh Smoke some'ing, hol' up [Lil' O] Man I rush you, two Glocks drawn and bust you You a lil' n***a I'm heavyweight, I'll crush you Touch you, right in front of your partnas like f** you And won't nan one them n***as say sh**, I hush fools When they see what I pack, they say damn who is that It made that n***a sounding soft, flipped and land on his back And we don't want none of that, mayn f** that n***a We wasn't close anyways, I had to bust that n***a Quick to do a 1-8-7, on n***as tattle telling Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, put seven in his melon Then hopped into the Lac, then I'm bailing But that's what he get, for f**ing round with these felons Cause you a snitch, true this a** n***a Grab the ski mask, and come do your a** n***a And really I don't give a damn who you is n***a, cause I'm way too raw See you bump you dick s**ers, man I bump boys off [Hook] Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that snitch Straight bang that b**h, cause we trying to get rich Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that b**h [Pimp C] I'm gripping the grain, buying a sweets Playing with candy toys, I'm staying strapped with the heat The dime to the nickel, and the nickel to the dime Boys is talking down, but I'm still busting for mine He done got one, he back on the streets told em I was top gun Now they planning the Sweet, and now the motherf**ing FED's They got, the phone tapped But when them b**hes get here, you gon be full of hot caps And it ain't all about this rap, it's all about the snaps The syrup and the sap, I left the sh** off in his lap I had to bust a cap, now give a n***a dap Man f** them n***as telling, all them b**hes take a nap The police in Port Arthur, they hate a n***a guts But deep down in my soul, they could eat a n***a nuts They try to set us up, but my mouth never budge Dedicated to my n***as, doing forty behind d** [Hook] Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that b**h Straight bang that b**h, cause we trying to get rich Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that b**h Dog this boy I know too much, cause we got tagged quick Let's hang that snitch, straight bang that b**h Have him sleeping with the fish, for f**ing over the click We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that b**h [Bun B] Yes we are the jet setters, go-getters and chest wetters The fo' head sweaters, with big black a** barettas The Dr. Feel-Good's, with the real good connections On political election, and c**aine importion With the coast guard protection, and china white distribution All through your section, fifteen woman selection For whom, I got no affection But help me keep my erection, with no plexing I guess I'm just another clowning a** Texan, diamond teeth grilling Pivet relaxing, texting hoes s**ing Jazzy belts flexing, next in line In the book, to be the made men Getting high in hotel rooms, Kapone stayed in That Gotti played in, and Clinton got laid in Marion got high in And Bun got paid in, so soon as the big broad sang I pull this thang, and leave your a** bang [Hook] (*talking*) Yeah fresh, (for 9-9) you hater ha-ha Huh UGK and Lil' O, (Lil' motherf**ing O) We done wrecked it, promised we done wrecked this motherf**er (hol' up) man hold up, (we gone) later